The Primordial Wizard

Ace terminated the transformation, the soul secret space is the key, it cannot be collapsed, the spirit body has shown a tendency to remnant soul, Ace uses spiritual power to guide the soul secret space and the shadow of the true spirit in it together.

This is the first time he "saw" the soul secret space, a highly concentrated spiritual body the size of a grain of rice, translucent, colorful, dreamlike.

Ace immediately realized that this colorfulness was the dream world, and he used sealing magic to seal up the rice grain-like soul storage space to prevent it from further collapse after losing the support of the soul.

The spirit body that lost the soul storage space and the shadow of the true spirit gradually remnant, and Ace waited patiently.

The remnant soul gradually turned into soul fire, and his body turned into bones. The moment the soul fire appeared, Ace felt trembling all over his body, and a strange feeling enveloped him.

As the remains of the dead, the soul fire made him, the living, feel it. He could feel the close connection between himself and the soul fire, and words could not express the trembling.

Ace controlled the shadow of the true spirit and placed it on the soul fire to burn it. Almost instantly, Ace felt a pain hundreds of times more terrifying than piercing a heart.

The shadow of the true spirit became solid after being roasted, and the contamination of negative energy made him mutated. However, Ace, as the main body, is also a living creature, and the continuous influx of positive energy makes the energy of life and death in different places. A delicate balance has been achieved in the shadow of the changed spirit.

According to the method of making the skeleton phylactery, Ace tried to make his own clone's Lich phylactery.

Use bone-dissolving water as soup, spirit-suppressing fruit as starter, then pour your own heart's blood and a section of cut cecum into it, and it instantly turns into a sticky blood-red paste.

Ace sealed the mutated shadow of the true spirit into the soul storage space the size of a grain of rice that was on the verge of collapse. Only then did he realize that he forgot to cut off the fragment of the remnant soul. In a hurry, he cut off a fragment of his own living soul Wrapping the soul secret space the size of a grain of rice, they were thrown into the blood-red sticky paste together.

Enduring the pain of soul cutting, Ace baked it with the magical flame derived from the real dreamland. The paste gradually solidified and turned into a diamond-shaped octahedron as black and bright as obsidian, the size of a thumb.

Ace gradually felt the difference, the phylactery seemed to be different from what he expected.

The shadow of the true spirit inhabits it. Ace's cecum, the bloody flesh of his heart, and the soul storage space wrapped and stabilized by living soul fragments form a delicate balance. They are not in a dead state, but alive. !

In the obsidian-like octahedron, a transparent baby curled up as if in a mother's body, and Ace even felt that the baby had an inexplicable attraction, as if pulling his true spirit.

The soul fire formed by the remnant soul of the avatar spirit body gradually did not enter the skeleton, and without the source of power, it became a little weak.

When it was weak, Ace felt that the power in the shadow of the mutant spirit was increasing, and the balance seemed to be broken. Ace stared at the soul fire calmly, watching it slowly weaken.

The sun shines brightly in the real dream world, and a second-ring spell model emerges in Ace's hand. The strong life and the fiery power of the sun turn into a beam of light and hit the soul fire.

After being hit, the soul fire flickered like a candle.

The balance is about to be tipped.

Finally, the soul fire was extinguished, the balance in the black and bright octahedron was completely broken, and the power of life exploded.

On the other side, Hull and others entered Misha's house with them and knocked on the door.

"Philip Milne, we are punishers. Now we suspect that your daughter has a close relationship with the blasphemer. Let's take her to the correctional facility."

Gore's uncle was dressed in a punisher's outfit, black robe, sickle, and iron mask, and he drank in a cold voice.

"This is impossible!"

Felipe was not afraid, but shouted loudly.

"This is slander. We are a family of gods, and it is impossible to have a close relationship with the blasphemer."

Hull said sharply:

"Werther is the blasphemer, he is a follower of the devil!"

They forcibly broke into Misha's house. Misha, who was studying magic, heard the quarrel downstairs, walked out of the room and went downstairs.

Before they had time to react, Misha was held up by them and forcibly taken out of the house. Misha struggled and screamed, wearing the small conch shell given by Werther around her neck, shaking weakly.

This is their so-called clever plan, slandering the commoner Werther as a blasphemer, taking Misha to the correctional center for intimidation, obtaining tokens and handwriting, and then tricking Werther out of the city to kill him.

The sky was getting brighter and the gloomy torture room. Misha was tied to a wooden stake by them. Gore's uncle was tortured. Misha was covered with scars. She gritted her teeth and firmly refused to admit that Werther was a blasphemer.

"As long as you identify Werther and write a letter, we can release you immediately."

Misha's lips trembled slightly, she was terrified in her heart, and her body was in great pain, but she loved Werther, and she would not betray him.

Even if it's blasphemy, it's me, Misha continued to remain silent.

Hull looked at the miserable Misha, feeling a little unbearable.

"Gol, why did things happen like this? Didn't you say it was just a show?"

Gore also replied in a panic: "This is different from what my uncle told me. I'll ask."

On the other side, Gore's uncle was discussing with the other two punishers.

"Is this really good? This is a family of gods!"

"So what? They are just incompetent people. Since they offended them, we might as well kill them. We each have the task of one blasphemer. If we don't arrest them, the Grand Commander will not be merciful in punishing them."

"The left and right are just a few incompetent people and civilians. To say that they are blasphemy is blasphemy, not to mention that this matter was reported by an informant."

After the discussion, the three of them came out with grim smiles, just in time to hear the conversation between Gore and Hull, and said to Gore and others:

"Do you think we Punishers are joking? Whoever we say is a blasphemer is a blasphemer! Not only is Werther a blasphemer, I think Misha is so hard, and she looks like a blasphemer. Covering is also a blasphemer.

For the sake of your reporting, go home as soon as possible. "

Werther, who was sleeping, dreamed of a set of toxin runes. He woke up abruptly, thinking and recording the inspiration, keyword check and balance and delay in his dream.

As time went by, Werther felt his whole body chill, and he became more and more uneasy, so he put on his clothes and prepared to go to Misha's house.

On the way, he was shocked to see that Misha's parents were tied up with ropes by the punishers, and they rushed towards the correctional center while pushing and shoving.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared behind him, hugged Werther from behind, and pulled him back into the crowd.

Werther's whole body trembled, and his magic power was about to erupt when a somewhat hoarse and magnetic male voice rang in his ears.

the original wizard

the original wizard